Not The Same (Bully Sequel) (Larry Stylinson) *COMPLETE*

Frustrated

Harry's POV

"Okay, I've been calling you for 4 hours and now you decide to pick up? Where the hell are you?" I asked angrilly.

"I'm-cough-somewhere I don't know where." he said.

"You're lost?" I asked suddenly worried.

"Fan, psycho, attacked me." My mouth formed a huge O.

"I'm calling the police." I said and he didn't say anything.

"Please come find me?" he begged.

"I'll be there as soon as possible. And that psycho will pay."

"Love you Haz," he said with a raspy voice.

"I love you too Boo," I hung up and practically threw my phone at the wall, but I needed my phone. I dialed the police.

"New York City police department how may I help you?" said a middle aged sounding man.

"Hello, my boyfriend was attacked."

"Where?" he asked.

"I don't know where he is he's lost but he's in New York City."

"We'll send out searches, first we need his name though."

"His name is Louis William Tomlinson." I said and I could hear the guy writing.

"Wait, Louis Tomlinson? The one who's dating Harry Styles?" he asked.

"That's right." I said proudly.

"And that means you're Harry Styles." he said filling in the dots.

"Yes, can we get back to finding Louis though?"

"Oh, sure. It's just my daughter is a huge fan." I heard that everytime I went anywhere or called anywhere for anything. "We will send out a search for Louis."

"Thank you so much." I said gratefully.

"My pleasure Mr. Styles. Could you stop by the station though?"

"I'll be right there." I hung up the phone and ran to my car. I didn't stop once. I jumped in the car, and speeded down the street until I reached the police department. I wanted to help the search. They greeted me but I didn't greet them.

I had to find my boyfriend.

Louis's POV

I laid in the alley for 4 hours until I finally woke up. Everything was blurry and I had no idea what happened. Then, everything came back. The psychotic girl, her threats, and the pain.

Now Harry was calling the police to come find me seeing as I was a lost injured little boy. I couldn't remember what the girl looked like, just the wild look she had in her eyes. It was absoloutley terrifying the way she looked at me and laughed when she tripped me. I shuddered remembering the horrid scene.

My injuries didn't seem too bad. My nose was definitley broken though, and my back really hurt. My head wasn't hurting too bad though. There were scratches on my arms and I scraped my knee, so I guess it could've been worse.

I laid down next to a big pile of trash which smelt horrible. When was Harry going to get here? Then just as if it were a cue I heard a yell.

"Louis! Louis Tomlinson! Where are you!" I jolted upward and used the large cardboard box next to me to help me up.

"Heree!" I waved my arms in the air. "Harry!" he was running with two police officers and bodyguards.

"LOUIS!" he screamed and ran past the officers to me. They followed right behind him.